This is my world, my wintry madness. I hope the snowflakes leave a trail of lingering warmth as they slip off your skin…

The End

Some days I look upon the sky, with a singing in my heart. Some days the singing turns in to voices I once sought. "Leave not, leave not!" in despair, my heart does always shout. Alas, in the end, you're gone my friend, in the end you've left without a thought...

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"My poetry is too crude for refined thought..." -deadpoet

Existence

"The very existence seems to contradict the meaning of form. I am not a happy being, nor do I strive to be. What matters is irrelevant, what is, is pseudo-truth. Kill not the problem, but the root. But what if the root itself is my existence?"~deadpoet

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